Sure enough, before long, Yolanda was hauled into a dimly lit back room.
Romeo had arrived with his crew in tow.
There, Yolanda sat like a forsaken pup, lifting her tear-streaked eyes to face the man she once dreamed of marrying. A wave of bitter regret and tumultuous emotions washed over her.
Two of Romeo's goons held her arms firmly, while a third force-fed her a bottle of some vile concoction.
Despite Yolanda's frantic struggles, the liquid poured down her throat.
"You had Rose drink this, and as her fiancé, I'll let you get a taste of your own medicine," Romeo's thin lips parted, his voice cold and merciless. "Yours comes with a double dose."
Blood spilled from Yolanda's lips.
It felt as though invisible fists were tearing her insides apart. She hadn't expected the poison to act so fast; in moments, her entire body was wracked with unbearable pain.
